Oh, Lord….
I met someone this weekend, quite unexpectedly as it is Berry Season, after all, and how do you meet someone when you devote your life to fruit?
I got to leave the berry farm for a little over fourteen hours this weekend and it was a great relief to discover that the world is still turning beyond Field #7.
This individual I met wears cowboy boots and has a belt bucle and showed up tp the stag I was at in a PBR button-down shirt. For those of you not in the know, the Pro Bull Riding finals are the highlight of my year, and anyone who knows what they are — other than my parents — is really a special person in my eyes. Someone I’d consider offering my second last beer to, even.
He drives a tractor for a living and has a big ol’ pickup truck and wears a ball cap and I got to thinking about it, and who’s kidding who? I can’t date someone. I hate dating. When people breathe near me, I want to smack them. When people sit beside me, I feel claustrophobic. I detest the awkwardness of dating, the formality of it, the expectation that you should lean in for a kiss goodnight. And by the way, how are you supposed to know if you’re on a date with someone that the other party actually WANTS to be kissed goodnight?
But at the same time I’m thinking that it would be awfully nice to have my phone ring at some point. This is not typical of me at all.
I think the PBR shirt has clouded my judgement.

July 2nd, 2007 at 7:49 pm
Oooooo. I look forward to hearing more!
July 2nd, 2007 at 11:33 pm
LOL I thought you meant PBR as in PABST! LOL I’d date a Pabst Blue Ribbon shirt wearer! LOL
July 3rd, 2007 at 12:10 pm
Sounds promising, I’ll stay tuned for more. Maybe this could be titled “As Amanda turns”, or “General Amanda”. You could really boost readership by making this a soap.
He’s got the shirt, and the pick-up, and the belt buckle. Unlike some people, he knows what Pro Bull Riding is. Seriously, why not go for it?